10-20-2022, 10:48 AM
Godric nodded. It was definitely not his intention to send his students down into the bar for fights. In fact, one of the most important things he hopefully taught his students was when to fight and when to walk away. The reason they were learning defense at all was because it was a dark world out there and the only person they could truly depend on at all times was themselves. If the girls knew defense, they would never need to rely on their husbands, brothers, or fathers to defend them in times of need. The boys should know it so that if their wives, sisters, or mothers weren't at the school learning to make their own way, then they would have the ability to keep their loved ones safe.
Plus, knowing how to duel was vital for a wizard. While there were few dark wizards around, they still did and when one came across one, it was best to be prepared. There was also the fact that it could be great fun, dueling with a friend. How many times had Salazar and he gone head to head, just to relax and enjoy each other's company. It was one of the best challenges he'd faced and he loved every opportunity to test his skills and keep them sharp.
"No, no intention to send them out with swords and fists swinging with the rabble. The class will likely mean you'll be a bit busier than expected. As you probably know, learning to defend oneself always leads to injuries so you're going to need your wits about you to keep us all healthy and in working order." He remarked, figuring she'd seen her fair share of such injuries in her time as a healer. "Can't have some of the more inexperienced students crying off of class just because they're sore or have a black eye or other such maladies." He fully expected a few of them to try. Hopefully none of his students but if so...well, he'd tried it and been denied plenty of times during his own training. They would just have to learn to work through the pain. They wouldn't be the first nor the last.
As to the matter of finding their students... "You see, that's the tricky part. While we've been trying to come up with something," Well, mostly Rowena had been they'd all been helping in their own way. The tricky part was linking it to the bloodlines. The charm was still escaping her, which had her frustrated as all hell. "It's just not worked out that way - not yet anyway." Godric winked. None of them knew how to quit. If they did, they certainly wouldn't be here now. No, one of them would figure it out somehow. The question was, how long would it take and how many students might slip through the cracks while they did?
"Until then," he continued on, "it's all word of mouth. Many of those born to magical families learned through the gatherings we've had from time to time over the last few years, when we knew this was really going to happen. The muggle-borns, on the other hand, that was a bit more tricky. That, too, was word of mouth but in a different way. Friends of friends of friends would pass along information and it was up to Salazar and I to hunt them down, much in the same way as finding Kimberly went. Rumors, suspicion, witnesses - it wasn't easy but every witch or wizard we saved, it made the long weeks on the road worth every second," Godric said with strong conviction.
"So how did you hear about the school? Just a chance meeting in the trading post or..."
He'd been talking enough, ignoring his drink, and it seemed only fair to let her talk a bit. It was an honest question that hopefully wasn't too personal.
Plus, knowing how to duel was vital for a wizard. While there were few dark wizards around, they still did and when one came across one, it was best to be prepared. There was also the fact that it could be great fun, dueling with a friend. How many times had Salazar and he gone head to head, just to relax and enjoy each other's company. It was one of the best challenges he'd faced and he loved every opportunity to test his skills and keep them sharp.
"No, no intention to send them out with swords and fists swinging with the rabble. The class will likely mean you'll be a bit busier than expected. As you probably know, learning to defend oneself always leads to injuries so you're going to need your wits about you to keep us all healthy and in working order." He remarked, figuring she'd seen her fair share of such injuries in her time as a healer. "Can't have some of the more inexperienced students crying off of class just because they're sore or have a black eye or other such maladies." He fully expected a few of them to try. Hopefully none of his students but if so...well, he'd tried it and been denied plenty of times during his own training. They would just have to learn to work through the pain. They wouldn't be the first nor the last.
As to the matter of finding their students... "You see, that's the tricky part. While we've been trying to come up with something," Well, mostly Rowena had been they'd all been helping in their own way. The tricky part was linking it to the bloodlines. The charm was still escaping her, which had her frustrated as all hell. "It's just not worked out that way - not yet anyway." Godric winked. None of them knew how to quit. If they did, they certainly wouldn't be here now. No, one of them would figure it out somehow. The question was, how long would it take and how many students might slip through the cracks while they did?
"Until then," he continued on, "it's all word of mouth. Many of those born to magical families learned through the gatherings we've had from time to time over the last few years, when we knew this was really going to happen. The muggle-borns, on the other hand, that was a bit more tricky. That, too, was word of mouth but in a different way. Friends of friends of friends would pass along information and it was up to Salazar and I to hunt them down, much in the same way as finding Kimberly went. Rumors, suspicion, witnesses - it wasn't easy but every witch or wizard we saved, it made the long weeks on the road worth every second," Godric said with strong conviction.
"So how did you hear about the school? Just a chance meeting in the trading post or..."
He'd been talking enough, ignoring his drink, and it seemed only fair to let her talk a bit. It was an honest question that hopefully wasn't too personal.
